The mafia king chuckled softly upon witnessing her level of interest in the latest product rather comprehending that whatever they were talking about was inaudible to everyone around them.
Meanwhile Niall kept on creating his focus on the charcoal road which consistently seemed to tempt his nerves to peek behind, by giving the man a metaphorical look about night which eventually drifted towards the topic of sex.
'No, Niall. Do not commit this blunder, you have to live.'
The man tapped his index finger on the steering as he drove towards the airport barely managing the beast in between his thighs!
'Argh! I have to find out Isabella's feelings about me, I have to confess to her and before that I have to figure out my own feelings. Fuck! Do you want to die a horrible death and become a restless ghost?'
